Cattle are kept
away
muddy trampling
reeds and grasses.
Strange birds
appearing out of nowhere
routes in Paiute country
straight to global warming
up the lowland speed tech
hopscotching. It is rabbit
beautiful. Here. The people know.
At the marsh. His shirt his dance.
Who gets the leftovers at the
table of slipping fingers.
That place is sacred. That place is haunted.
Hear their cries. Marshy children.
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